Hell is repetition.

I can count on one hand how many good hours of sleep I get a night. The moment I start drifting away I'm jolted away by Corryn screaming, followed by Ethan moaning in tiredness. Sometimes it's a dream and other times it's real. It got so bad that last night at 2:30am, having yet to fall asleep, I curled up in the fetal position and cried while I let my one year old scream bloody murder for 30 min until she fell asleep. I wish I could say that was the end of that night, but no, it just goes on and on. We REALLY need to do cry therapy on her, she hasn't slept through the night since she was an infant. The problem is, where can she sleep? Poor Ethan needs to sleep too so she can't be in the kids room and there is NO WAY we're letting her sleep in our room anymore. I'm thinking it's going to have to be the living room, but this means that we're stranded in our bedroom from 8pm on every night.

The reason I feel like I'm in hell is because I also have no relief during the day. Meet teething Corryn. She follows me around crying to be picked up and then screams in my ear when I do. About 50% of the day she is like this, the other 50% she is eating or sleeping. In fact, as I type this she is banging on the bedroom door crying her guts out. The one relief I have is getting out of the house. For some reason my kids have always liked going out and so we'll take walks every day, guaranteed silence from the kids.

I'm going to try to end on a positive note. Ethan, although tired from Corryn's horridness at night, has had some cute moments lately. Yesterday he took Jon's guitar off it's stand and then was using the stand like a podium at church and saying his prayers into it. This was done without any coaxing from me and it actually took me a minute to realize what he was doing. It was so cute.

That takes the cake!

It started with some ingredients on a Friday afternoon.

Friday and midnight, it was baked, layered and crumbed.

By Saturday afternoon my kitchen was COVERED in powdered sugar and raspberry icing. And it was good. So good it won first place! Wahoo! Buttermilk white cake with raspberry filling, raspberry icing and marshmallow fondant. And of course some edible pearls and fresh strawberry to snazz it up.

Jon's out of town this whole next week which means that I get access to a car all day every day. The possibilities are endless. After he gets back we're planning an adult day at Six Flags, then days after that the kids and I leave for Boise for a week, then days after that we're spending a night in Anaheim with Aunt Ranee for lots of Disney time. It's going to be an action pack couple of weeks!

Labor Day Weekend

We didn't stray far from home this weekend. Friday we went to the beach in the morning, while it was still cloudy. (I have increasingly sensitive eyes and headaches.) Still got a headache... but it was fun anyway. Corryn loves putting HANDFULS of sand in her mouth... and we're still seeing it out the other end, heh heh. Ethan is a digger, always working intently, so cute.

Sunday night we saw a pink haze on the porch and were surprised to see a beautiful rainbow and a spectacular sunset. There's not a lot of interesting weather here, rarely a drop of rain let alone a rainbow. That's one thing I miss about Idaho and Utah, storms. I miss feeling the electricity in the air and the thunder shake you to the core.

Lately Ethan has been reaching for the moon. Literally. The other night he spotted it, was jumping and saying "It's hard!" He then went running into the house, searching every room for his stool, brought out to the porch and stood on top of it thinking it would help him reach the moon. Tonight he spotted the moon and said "Seat, seat." He grabbed his plush Elmo chair and set it up on the porch and had a seat. Just wanted to watch the moon. He's so cute, I don't want him to change. I took him to the park tonight and he wanted to sit in the bog boy swing. Ah, he's growing up so FAST!

We've recently put the kids in the same room at night.... it's been rough. Really rough. They take turns getting up at night. One night they got up at 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Each time they get up it only takes me 3-5 minutes until I put them back into bed, but then it takes me 30-45 mins to fall back asleep. I'm thinking I'm just going to have to let them cry themselves to sleep, which honestly I would have done earlier but we share walls with other people's bedrooms. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.